By Original Work
All %s the chain gang,
We work all day down in the mine,
With home someday in our hearts,
And for tomorrow too.
Through fields of amber we roam,
Where echoes softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And peace fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So work all day and play, friends,
With home someday filling each day,
Till dreams guide us home again,
And we find our rest for aye.
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